Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.